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In the morning glow with so low
the day begins as night shelds her
In the aftermath of the long past,
I'm to see the light.
Through drunken days and scenes,
the lifting of weight that God's brings.
Till genius awakes with hungover
and the dreams one more.
from bed to floor.

Sometime, somewhere just you think it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you and you realise:
it sure as hell gonna get any better.
So into the radio and listen to the words we say.
it's get far worse before it gets better.
Tune the T.V. show, when we will appear to show you the way.
So turn your heads to the skies above,
give sore eyes a sight.
When host of heavenly Angels homeward to the Promised Land.
And the did align in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the of the storm we shall be born,
under the red and the and the white,
angels will take flight.

flight with wings and songs to sing.

Just a stupid ranch in a Texas rock band,
to understand God's masterplan.

When the said "Son! Tell the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I said "Lord I make you a
I will if you me a smash hit so I can build a 'city on a hill'."
And He said "Son! I if you will."
I said 'My sweet it's a deal."

Waiting to hit with wings,
waiting to hit songs to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the grand when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, standing at the looking over.
to hit the center stage at such a golden and tender age,
shot out of the miry clay cuttin' all the corners along th way.
Born in a manger in after-birth we're her for all she's worth,
with stars above, lone star below, the earth a star is born.